I’d Love You Even If You Put the Toilet Paper Roll the Wrong Way

I love you, dear, through thick and thin,

Through ups and downs, through loss and win.

But one small thing tests my soul,

The way you hang the toilet roll.

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You place it wrong—against the wall!

It makes no sense, no sense at all!

Yet still, my heart won’t turn away,

Though sanity begs me not to stay.

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The toothpaste tube—you squeeze it wrong,

And hum that off-key morning song.

Yet, love endures your quirky ways,

Through all my sighs and puzzled gaze.

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Your socks lie scattered on the floor,

Your coffee cup’s from the night before.

But love’s not built on flaw-free days,

It’s tangled up in odd displays.

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For even when my patience fades,

When logic drowns in your charades,

I’d never trade this life with you—

Not for a roll hung "properly," too.

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So twist it, flip it, hang it wide,

Or set it nowhere—I'll abide.

For love’s not measured, won or lost,

By how a roll of paper’s tossed.